[Verse 1]
High on a mountain in western Montana
A silouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
Ridin' along on a horse he called Music
With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye

[Verse 2]
He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him
And how he would sing her sweet lullabye's
But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her
I guess it's just better that we just let it slide

[Chorus]
And he sings Oooh to the ladies
And Oooh he makes 'em sigh
Now he rides away on a horse he calls Music
With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye

[Verse 3]
He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, ha, but way too much ride
But those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and scale across the sky

[Verse 4]
Now all that's left is a time old worn cowboy
With nothin' more than the sweet by and by
And trailin' behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride
[Chorus]
And he sang Oooh to the ladies
And Oooh he damn near made some fall right down and die
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye

[Outro]
High on a mountain in western Montana
Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
Markin' a place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by and by